Feb 7, 2023 1:56 am
[ +- ] The Luwian Prayer to The Sun God
Apollo, The god that has become terribly angry with me, has turned aside his eyes elsewhere and does not give to the king tur ability to act, whether that god is in heaven or whether he is in the netherworld, you, O Sun-god, will go to him. Go, speak to that deity of mine and convey to him Tiwaz’s words:
‘O my god, since my mother gave birth to me, you, my god, have raised me. Only you, Apollo, are my name and my bond. Only you, Apollo joined me up with good people, and only you, Apollo, taught me doing well in a strong place. Apollo, you have called me, Tiwaz Son of Æsir, servant of your body and your soul. Apollo’s mercy that is with me since childhood I would not know? And I would not acknowledge it?
And ever since growing up, I have exemplified all my god’s mercy and wisdom. I never swore by Apollo falsely nor did I ever break an oath. I have never eaten what is holy to my god and hence not permitted for me to eat. I have not defiled my own body.
Never did I appropriate an ox from the pen, never did I appropriate a sheep from the fold. I found myself bread, but I never ate it by myself; I found myself water, but I never drank it by myself. If I had recovered now, would I not have recovered at your, Apollo's command? And if I had regained strength, would I not have regained strength at your, Apollo's command?
Life is bound up with death for me, and death is bound up with life for me. A mortal does not live forever, the days of his life are counted. If a mortal were to live forever, even if also the evils befalling man, illness, were to remain, it would not be a grievance for him.
Now may my Apollo open his innermost soul to me with all his heart, and may he tell me my sins so that I can acknowledge them. May Apollo either speak to me in a dream and may Apollo open his heart and tell me my sins so that I can acknowledge them or let a dream interpretess speak to me or let a diviner of the Sun-god speak to me by reading from a liver , and may Apollo open to me with all his heart his innermost soul, and may he tell me my sins so that I can acknowledge them.
You, Apollo, give respect and strength back to me! O Sun-god], you are the shepherd of all. Your message is sweet for you and everybody. Let Apollo who has become angry with me and has rejected me, let the very same god have regard for me again and let him make me recover! Let Apollo who gave me illness again take pity on me.
But I, I have become tired and weary from illness and so I cannot overcome it any longer. As soon as you scraped off evil from me, you turned to me.
May Apollo's anger again subside, may it recede in his heart, and remove Tiwaz again from causing illness.
O Sun-god you are the most vigorous son of Dark and Light. Their I, Tiwaz, your servant, have now invoked you, so let me recover! I am speaking to you!
O Sun-god, my lord, I, Tiwaz, keep Apollo; so let Apollo listen to me: ‘I, Tiwaz, have not done something to Apollo, have I, or sinned in some way, have I? Apollo you made me, you created me. But now, what have I, Tiwaz, done to you? The merchant man holds the scales towards the Sun-god and falsifies the scales nevertheless. But I, what have I done to Apollo?
From illness my house has become a house of anguish, and from anguish my soul is seeping away from me to another place. Like someone ill for years is, so I too have become. And now illness and anguish have become too much for me, and I keep telling it to you, Apollo.
At night sweet sleep does not seize me in my bed, and so no favourable divine message is revealed to me in a dream. But now, Apollo, harness together divine Strength and the Strong Deity attaching them to me! But whether you ordained this illness for me from my mother’s womb, I have never even investigated by means of a dream interpretess.
Now I keep crying for mercy before my god. Hear me, Apollo! Apollo do not make me an unfavoured person at the kings’ gate. Do not retract my customary rights before a mortal. Those to whom I did good, none of them saves me. To me, Apollo, you are like a father. I have no mother, only you, Apollo, you are to me like a mother.
‘O my god, since my mother gave birth to me, you, my god, have raised me. Only you, Apollo, are my name and my bond. Only you, Apollo joined me up with good people, and only you, Apollo, taught me doing well in a strong place. Apollo, you have called me, Tiwaz Son of Æsir, servant of your body and your soul. Apollo’s mercy that is with me since childhood I would not know? And I would not acknowledge it?
And ever since growing up, I have exemplified all my god’s mercy and wisdom. I never swore by Apollo falsely nor did I ever break an oath. I have never eaten what is holy to my god and hence not permitted for me to eat. I have not defiled my own body.
Never did I appropriate an ox from the pen, never did I appropriate a sheep from the fold. I found myself bread, but I never ate it by myself; I found myself water, but I never drank it by myself. If I had recovered now, would I not have recovered at your, Apollo's command? And if I had regained strength, would I not have regained strength at your, Apollo's command?
Life is bound up with death for me, and death is bound up with life for me. A mortal does not live forever, the days of his life are counted. If a mortal were to live forever, even if also the evils befalling man, illness, were to remain, it would not be a grievance for him.
Now may my Apollo open his innermost soul to me with all his heart, and may he tell me my sins so that I can acknowledge them. May Apollo either speak to me in a dream and may Apollo open his heart and tell me my sins so that I can acknowledge them or let a dream interpretess speak to me or let a diviner of the Sun-god speak to me by reading from a liver , and may Apollo open to me with all his heart his innermost soul, and may he tell me my sins so that I can acknowledge them.
You, Apollo, give respect and strength back to me! O Sun-god], you are the shepherd of all. Your message is sweet for you and everybody. Let Apollo who has become angry with me and has rejected me, let the very same god have regard for me again and let him make me recover! Let Apollo who gave me illness again take pity on me.
But I, I have become tired and weary from illness and so I cannot overcome it any longer. As soon as you scraped off evil from me, you turned to me.
May Apollo's anger again subside, may it recede in his heart, and remove Tiwaz again from causing illness.
O Sun-god you are the most vigorous son of Dark and Light. Their I, Tiwaz, your servant, have now invoked you, so let me recover! I am speaking to you!
O Sun-god, my lord, I, Tiwaz, keep Apollo; so let Apollo listen to me: ‘I, Tiwaz, have not done something to Apollo, have I, or sinned in some way, have I? Apollo you made me, you created me. But now, what have I, Tiwaz, done to you? The merchant man holds the scales towards the Sun-god and falsifies the scales nevertheless. But I, what have I done to Apollo?
From illness my house has become a house of anguish, and from anguish my soul is seeping away from me to another place. Like someone ill for years is, so I too have become. And now illness and anguish have become too much for me, and I keep telling it to you, Apollo.
At night sweet sleep does not seize me in my bed, and so no favourable divine message is revealed to me in a dream. But now, Apollo, harness together divine Strength and the Strong Deity attaching them to me! But whether you ordained this illness for me from my mother’s womb, I have never even investigated by means of a dream interpretess.
Now I keep crying for mercy before my god. Hear me, Apollo! Apollo do not make me an unfavoured person at the kings’ gate. Do not retract my customary rights before a mortal. Those to whom I did good, none of them saves me. To me, Apollo, you are like a father. I have no mother, only you, Apollo, you are to me like a mother.
An orphan from birth Tiwaz was cut from the womb of his Mother, an Oracle who had reportedly immaculately conceived. Taken in an Egyptian raid she angered her captor and was impaled to a tree by a spear. A camp follower took pity on the unborn babe, having recently lost her own child and cut Tiwaz from the womb. Naming him after his peoples Sun God. A Malady struck the camp of the Egyptian captor shortly after killing many and rendering all infertile. This was taken to be an omen of the rightness of Tiwaz’s birth.
Never making it to Egypt, Tiwaz found himself in the care of a Temple of Apollo. The Priest's never forgetting to remind him of his Barbarian ancestry and how because of this he was a subhuman, at the Mercy of the Sun God. All memory of his previous life forgotten the boy raised himself growing wild, of incredible physical might and constitution. Proximity to the Priest's taught him through observation Rhetoric, and the wisdom of ages.
Primalist Bloodrager of the Martyred
Tiwaz wears a belt and codpiece formed from a great rhinoceros. Carries a great bronze earthbreaker hammer. Armored in bronze cuirass and greaves, a shining silver sun on the middle of his cuirass glints an Argent challenge. Come, face me, die like all the rest crushed and broken by my mighty hammer.
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